Gon's Fishing Pole Novels & Stories

She asked innocently, "Director, what did you say just now? I didn't hear you." The director smiled as he breathed in the frigid air. "You misheard it. I didn't say anything." She nonchalantly responded and asked Ambrose, "Mister, do you want me to help you make a fishing rod?" Ambrose shook his head. "No need, I'll do it myself." He randomly picked up a tree branch, sharpened it with a Switz army knife, and rolled up his trousers before stepping into the water. It appeared that he intended to use the branch to stab the fish.

Gavin chimed in, "Eight." Zachary sighed softly. "Five." Baron shook his head. "So, you all caught all those fishes before they even got to me, huh?" Aaron quickly turned to him, excitement lacing his voice. "How many did you get? Are you on barbecue duty today?" Baron chuckled. "Nine fish." Aaron’s face fell. He looked at the lone fish in his bucket, biting back his frustration. "I swear, I could jump in the river right now."

I grabbed the rod and slowly reeled it in, watching as the salmon danced along the water's surface. I pulled it up into the boat and unhooked my line from the jowls, then tossed it into the bucket. Arturo and Conan came over as the two of us tossed the net into the sea. “Wow, as usual, you’re our good luck charm, Raph, look at those fishes, I can already smell the cash we’ll make from them today.” Conan said. I grinned. I do most of the work when we’re out fishing but I can’t complain, I loved fishing a lot, well not more than my mother, maybe a little more than my girlfriend.

“Why not? There’s some great fishing out here. Do you want to go out?” He shrugged. “You may as well show me since I’m here. You’re not going to get rid of me until we talk.” “We are talking. Come on. I’ve got extra poles already on the boat.” He climbed aboard. “Damn, this is nice.” “Thanks.” “You splurged,” he said with surprise. “A lot.” “I know. I saw it and decided I wanted it.” “It’s very unlike you,” he commented. “I’ll grab us a couple of beers,” I said.

She was the only person I’d dream of sharing this with. “Then let’s get to that boat. I bet he’s lethal with that stick, let alone fishing poles.” ************* ********** *********** The waters of the bay were calm today, and the small boat bobbed along smoothly. Maggie’s picnic was out of the way of any splashing water and she was looking dubiously at the fishing poles. Her gaze drifted to the tubs of worms Gramps bought for bait and she scrunched her face up a little. I couldn’t help but smile.

Maybe he wants to sit on them? “Have you ever fished before?” he asks me. “No, not really,” I reply as I watch him ready his fishing pole. “A few times, I’ve gone with some people from school who were fishing as wolves, but… I just kind of watched.” “Well, this is a lot more relaxing than that,” he tells me. “I know wolves like to fish for sport, but we’re not bears, after all.” We sit down on the rocks, and he hands me that first pole. He shows me how to cast, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I tell him, “I just hope I don’t break your rod.”

The general look down. “I’m sorry.” “Please don’t apologize to me no more.” Therens stands up and grab his things. “I’ve been dried up, that’s enough sun bathing for today. General, let’s join the others,” he said as he waited for the general to stand up. “Yeah, right.” “I caught a fish!” Gueron shouted from afar showing a huge milk fish with his bare hand grasping the fish’s tail, wiggling on the air. “Anyone hungry?” Maru ask approaching the others with a bunch of milk fishes trap on his shirt.

“What are you doing here?” He was so shocked to see her that he almost set the fishing pole down, but he caught himself at the last moment. “Um… hi,” he murmured, not sure what else to say. “Hi,” Maddie parroted back, and he could see her cheeks turning red in the illumination of his little flashlight. “So… about the fish…” “Yeah,” Mason, with effort, returned his focus to the reason for them standing on the dock. “The way it’s pulling I’m thinking it’s either a pretty good-sized catfish, or an alligator gar.”

He is terrified that he will not be able to get to me in time if I go into labor in the woods. Once we reach the sight, I send the older kids out looking for fire wood. Once they are busy I sit down with Frank and some of the younger kids. We find some branches that are still alive and use them to make some make shift fishing poles. I did bring some string with because I did not want to worry about teaching them to fish with spears just yet. For now, fishing poles made out of branches are going to work just fine. I just use a little magic to hold the fishing line onto the poles.

Focus on the task in your hands. “I already feel as though I'm trapped inside… what are those fishes that you’re always eating?” He asked Conan as soon as he had just returned with a golden key in his hand. “Salmon?” Conan answered immediately although he knew nothing about the conversation that Cole was having with the lord. “No.” Cole clicked his tongue. “Mackerel?” “No.” “Anchovy?” “No.” “Northern red snapper?” “No.” “Sardin?” Cole’s face lit up. “That’s the one.” He snapped his fingers.